qi zi

The enthusiastic red candle casts the shadow of the light veil on the wall.

In the red gauze tent, there is a gentle whisper.

"Your Majesty..." The white pink arm wrapped around his neck, and a faint fragrance came. In a trance, the face in front of her turned into her. His eyes are as clear as the moon, with fluorescent water vapor, but he always refused to look at him.

"Ning'er..." He muttered.

"Your Majesty?" The woman under her stiffened, but then she was moaned loudly by his sudden and large movements.

"Ninger, I want you, I want you!"

He asked for it domineeringly and crazily sank into a dream-like fantasy, with sweat dripping on his forehead.

"Your Majesty! "Your Majesty!"

The sudden panicked voice outside the door woke him up from distraction, but the woman under him had already sounded unhappily.

"FUCK!" The woman scolded in a low voice, but there was an uncontrollable trembling in her voice. "There is nothing to look at. Get out of here quickly."

"Da Damn it," a gatekeeper broke in. He said, but his voice was shaking as if it were sifting out of the sieve. "It's Biyun Palace..."

"What about Biyun Palace?" His body stopped for a moment, and his eyebrows immediately frowned, and his deep voice revealed endless coldness.

The woman under her moved unhappily and unhappily.

"Biyun Palace is on fire!"

"What!"

He suddenly got up, lifted the door by the bed and rushed to the door.

The maids and eunuchs had already knelt down in front of the door. They saw that the ninety-five supreme was in front of him, and they looked so majestic. For a long time, there had been a little maid of honor blushing with shame, and she hurriedly looked up at him quietly. But his eyes firmly looked at the place not far away.

That, the place where the fire shines to the sky.

Her Biyun Palace.

The Biyun Palace he built for her.